"Ma De, you are a bunch of cowards. No wonder they are so suppressed by a bitch like Dong Xiaoyu that they can't hold their heads up!"
Xu Ce spat, pedaled hard, and the speed of the bicycle increased again.
The zombie old man Ren jumps very fast, so you have to catch up immediately. You don't have time to "reason" with these ghosts!
"Director Xu is gone, we should be fine."
"Director Xu is so angry. I was worried that Director Xu would blame us before, but I thought too much."
"Yes, great. We have completed the task assigned by Director Xu. Can we go home now?"
"Go home? Director Xu said there are still benefits for us. I think we can go to Yizhuang to have a look."
"..."
You and I, the ghosts, have decided where to go next. There are benefits waiting for you. It is not worth leaving like this.
Yizhuang.
"Master, I'll go to the door and have a look."
After Qiu Sheng finished pasting a few pieces of yellow talisman paper, he yawned and walked to the door, muttering quietly:
"Master is too cowardly. It's already midnight, and the zombies will definitely not come. Hey, I'm so tired."
While talking, Qiu Sheng looked outside casually. Then, Qiu Sheng's eyes widened and his expression instantly became stiff.
In the sight, there is a shadow wearing the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty, with his hands stretched out, jumping in the moonlight. Each jump has a distance of four or five meters. It can be said that he is as light as a swallow.
"Wen, Wencai! Call Master quickly!"
Qiu Sheng frantically touched the door frame and turned around to shout, feeling a little frightened and very nervous, so he quickly closed the door.
"Zombies, zombies are really coming!"
"Hahaha, Qiu Sheng, you're here now and you're pretending to be the same. I won't believe you."
Wencai hummed intelligently.
"Paralyzed, the real zombie is here, I lied to you that you are a puppy!
Master! The zombies are coming, and Old Master Ren is coming!"
Qiu Sheng shouted anxiously.
"That's about it, Qiu Sheng, how long have you been? If you still make such a joke, you may be beaten to death by the master."
Wen Cai curled his lips in displeasure.
At this moment, a loud "bang" broke out at the door.
The two Yizhuang courtyard gates, which had been repaired only a short time ago, seemed to have suffered some impact and shattered into pieces.
"Holy shit! It's really a zombie! Master, the zombies are coming!"
Wencai's eyes widened with fear. Because his arms were bruised by a zombie and he almost turned into a zombie, his injured heart undoubtedly had not yet gone through the psychological trauma period. When he saw the zombie Mr. Ren again, he
Very impeccable hands.
Uncle Jiu stood in front of Wencai with a mahogany sword and frowned, and said in a deep voice:
"Qiu Sheng, bring Wen Cai in quickly!"
"Yes, Master!"
Qiu Sheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, quickly supported Wen Cai, who had stiffened, and carried him towards the inner room.
When Ren Fa and Ren Tingting in the house saw the zombie Mrs. Ren coming, they were frightened and hurriedly hid in the bedroom.
Uncle Jiu stared coldly at the zombie Mr. Ren, regardless of whether the other party could understand, and snorted coldly:
"Mr. Ren, you are finally here!
Although the magic circle to deal with you has not been repaired yet, now that you are here, Pindao will not let you escape no matter what!"
Ouch!
The zombie old man called out twice, shrugged the tip of his nose, and smelled the scent of his own blood. Immediately, the green-faced and fanged face became ferocious.
With a leap, his feet jumped up from the ground and landed in the yard four or five meters away.
Sizzle...
After the zombie old man Ren's feet landed on the ground, an unpleasant smell came out immediately.
At the same time, zombie Mr. Ren seemed to feel pain in the soles of his feet, jumped up again, and then fell to the ground behind him.
Two black footprints appeared at the previous location.
The entire yard was covered with glutinous rice. Although the glutinous rice could not really cause much substantial damage to zombies of the level of Mrs. Ren, it still had a painless and harmless harassing effect.
The zombie old man Ren kept jumping on the glutinous rice ground, and black footprints immediately appeared one after another.
Uncle Jiu was not idle at this time. He picked up a piece of yellow talisman paper and waved it in the air. It suddenly started to burn and turned into a fireball.
"Red Fire Curse!"
The fireball slammed into the zombie Mr. Ren.
boom!
Zombie old man Ren didn't pay attention, he was knocked upside down, and the flames immediately burned on his body.
However, it would be too naive to think that this is the end.
Zombie Mr. Ren suddenly let out a zombie roar, his whole body erupted with green and black energy, and he put out the flames on the spot.
And his zombie body was not harmed at all.
On the contrary, the zombie Mr. Ren is even more angry!
Ouch!
"Qiu Sheng, bring out the ink fountain!"
Uncle Jiu's face was extremely solemn. Logically speaking, the Red Fire Curse could cause some damage to the zombie Old Master Ren, but it was completely ineffective at the moment.
Sure enough, he drank human blood and became stronger!
"Yes, Master!"
Qiu Sheng was very tired and scared, but at this time he knew that Wen Cai could not be counted on, and the senior brother was still in the town and had not returned.
At present, he is the only one who can help the master.
Otherwise, the master would be defeated and killed, and none of them would survive.
Qiu Sheng took out the ink fountain that had been used to pop the coffin, grabbed one end of the ink line, and handed the other end to Uncle Jiu.
"Master, shall we come?"
"superior!"
The master and apprentice, one on the left and one on the right, kept a relative distance from the zombie Mr. Ren, using the ink line in the middle to flick each other.
Compared with other magic weapons, the ink line has one advantage, that is, continuous damage. Once the ink line hits a zombie, it will leave behind the ink line, which is equivalent to leaving the most powerful mana on the opponent.
on the body.
"bomb!"
Teng! sound.
Before the zombie Mr. Ren could understand what was going on, a cloud of black energy erupted from his body, and his body was pushed back by the ink line and fell to the glutinous rice ground.
Uncle Jiu was overjoyed when he saw this,
"Take advantage of his illness to kill him!"
"Yes, Master!"
The master and apprentice increased their attack intensity and bounced away again.
However, at this time, Mr. Ren, the zombie, had gone from angry to furious. He was smelling the delicious blood. He was being blocked one after another even before he saw the food. It was so annoying.
When the second wave of ink lines was about to hit, the zombie Mr. Ren shrank back strangely, as if someone was pulling him above his head, perfectly avoiding the blow.
When he looked down, he saw a small mound of dirt on the ground that had been kicked up by his heels. This was the reason why Mr. Ren, the zombie, suddenly retreated.
"This zombie is beyond our expectation. Qiu Sheng, find an opportunity to leave Yizhuang and find your senior brother. I'm afraid I won't be able to deal with it by myself!"